Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.